markers
the number 6 car i think i bought at a thrift store. the 3 under it were all my personal creations when i was in the pinewood derby. the trophy someone else brought in. the pinewood derby was cool. i was a scout and we all got blocks of wood to carve and paint and race. there was a long track and we met up at the methodist church. my cars weren’t winners, or if they one a couple rounds, they did not win the whole derby. but they looked good and that’s what really counts, right?
making and racing those cars is one of my clearest of childhood memories. and painting cars is a hobby i still haven’t given up.
lately i’ve been enjoying drawing with markers. it’s something i have always loved to do but i also don’t do very often. but since silas is old enough to also enjoy drawing, we have been having some drawing sessions on the dining room table lately. i have a pretty good collection of nice markers and i just need to build up my kids marker collection some more. i am so manic during my days that the drawing helps me unwind at night when i’m not at work. and speaking of work, i am coming to terms with the fact that i must take some nights off. working one shift a day is enough. working split shifts once in while is fine. working doubles sometimes is unavoidable. but striving for the one shift a day is ideal. usually it’s tues and wed day, thurs split, and fri and sat night. i love my job. sometimes too much. sometimes i let it all get to me and take it all too seriously.
it is only pizza after all.
today i picked up the pieces of two broken whitlygig spinners and for an instant i considered the task of making a whirlygig out of these two starter pieces, and nailing it to the satchel’s sign. this would be incredible fun for me. so much so that it might get me in trouble with my wife for not working but playing; “june bugging” as she likes to claim i do. i held those peices in my hand for a good 30 seconds as i considered the task and how much fun it would be, and then i put them down, thought about how much the tool room needed to be organized instead, and went to run the other errands i was slated to do for the day. harvest thyme switched from pepsi to coke and was giving me some unused pepsi products. sweet dreams was unloading a great extra booth that i could use in lightnin’ salvage… i love that the local businesses are connected like they seem to be. i know the satchel’s bookkeeper helps out with the bakery books… we eat at the jones and vice versa…
anway, i was feeling pretty sorry for harvest thyme because they are just entering their coke years… i’m glad to be through them already. maybe they have more luck than i did, i certainly hope so. put it this way: switching soda companies at your restaurant is not something you want to do, it’s something you are forced into for reasons beyond your control. the company you are using, be it coke or pepsi, start driving you out of your mind for some long list of growing reasons, and you finally snap and call the other guy. at that point it may be 6 months before your daily routine is back to normal. i could go into all the reasons it drives you nuts, but it’s not worth it. i’ve said it before… if i had to open any other business, i would try and come up with a local alternative to coke and pepsi. i believe it could be done. i’m not saying it would be easy, but it could be done… but i’m not gonna do it…
watering my plants is like drawing. it helps me unwind and process my mind. i get so kinked up and so high strung in my days. i guess i try and do too much, tackle more than i can actually acheive… but the plants move slowly. they grow slowly. they even bloom, some of them, sometimes. this one is probably my favorite flower. i broke a peice from a plant at my great aunts house many years ago. aunt lillian lived in a cute house, right behind the main street publix, just a block from the 2nd street bakery. she lived there since God was a little boy. she was in her late 90′s when she died a few years back. well, that little clipping i got from her, i didn’t know what it was, but one day it just busted out with this flower. it’s bigger than my hand and i have big hands. i live in my granny’s house now, aunt lillian was her sister.
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